Early this morning my hunny went off to work and I snuck out to the garden to get some fresh-air and dirt.  I heard one neighbor across the street getting all his camping gear together.  I saw another neighbor run by all-ambitious-like (not quite how I run, when I do ).  I got to thinking how we all have different reasons for getting up early – on a Saturday.  When you could sleep in and choose not to.  I don’t enjoy the act of gardening.  I really don’t.  What gets me up early then?  The promise of food in the future. Fresh and yummy veggies – yup!  I’ll get up early for that.

Nathan (our nephew, age 3) *looking down into the big bowl of cherries that he had just plopped a few into from his belly-hugging perch halfway up the dwarf tree *:

“I’m gonna make a NICE apple pie for dinner!”

Autumn (4 years old):

“I’m glad that Heavenly Father gave me arms to reach for cherries… and fingers to pick cherries and pull them off. … And I’m glad that Heavenly Father made fingers for nail polish.”